At the school i went to in 9th grade, they had a tennis court in the back of the school. I had no friends in that class and dreaded PE. 9th grade is also around the time i had begun to struggle with mental illness. I had a friend named Peter back then. Peter was my favorite hallucination. He was a 27 year old guy dressed in white. He knew i hated PE so he and i would hide in the bathroom and skip PE all together.
I got in trouble but i really didnt care.
Peter was not only my friend. he was my role model.
Peter was the kind of guy, who didnt care what anyone else said about him. I would see him in class, he would tell me jokes while the teacher was teaching.
I would laugh, which i expect is why people assumed i was on drugs. I laughed a lot that year, everything was funny.
I got a bad rep as a stoner, which i totally was NOT. I have never done drugs!!
One day, the day i tried to poison a girl, i was suspended for a week.
People assumed i was suspended for drug use.
After i was back for a week, i realized that i just didnt fit into that school.
So i was unrolled. I visited a few schools that were therapeutic. I had to pick my fav which i did.
i never regretted changing schools i was accepted in the new school because we all had issues.
I met my 2 bffs at that school and we are still close today! ox